Rants & Roars
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Friday, December 03, 2004 Gifts Last night, from him, a toothbrush, also a poem with the double entendre title "Oral Hi-Jinx". posted by Cherine | 9:59 AM Tuesday, November 30, 2004 Ice "What's wrong?" he inquires. "Headache," I groan. "Advil?" "Sorry, only Aspirin. I can go buy you some." We're at his house. It's three o'clock in the morning. "God no! I'll survive." "Hold on, I have an idea." The sound of him rising from the bed. Footsteps going away then coming back. A harsh crunching sound in his mouth. Suddenly, lips on my forehead. Water running down my face. A numbing sensation all over. Ice. Strangely erotic. As a painkiller though, completely ineffective. We laugh as I turn and reach towards him. Later, in the shower, blood all over me. He stumbles with the curtain, lauches himself out of the water cupping his dripping nose. "A consequence of the drinking life," he tells me later. "My blood has thinned." Something crashes inside me. Foreboding replaces elation. posted by Cherine | 4:17 PM |
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